Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)

Up in Harlem on a Saturday night
Where the highbrows get together, it's just too tight
We all gather at the Harlem strut
And what we do is tut tut tut

Ol' hannah brown, from way cross town
Keeps drinking her liquor and she brings them down
Just at the break of day
You could hear old hannah say

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me, daddy, 'cause I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
'Cause he brought me down

He just send me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns

I'm gonna be arrested when the wagon comes

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care, oh, no
Send me 'cause I don't care

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me, daddy, 'cause I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Give the piano player a drink
'Cause he brought me down

He's got rhythm when he stomps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors check your guns
I'm gonna be arrested when the wagon comes

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care, oh, no
Send me 'cause I don't care